Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1887-01-22
UNDER rar I 1JanrR MOON.
ALLOW. story w,,{ . Tragic Ending.
For the lNrEllrasNcxR,

srouas rich ana sweet perfume
Prom hill and dale arose,
scattering fragrance o'er the land;
while te thered songstors OF the air,
Their evening carols sang.
Ana gentle Eephyrs. soft and rare,
Played In the leafy trees
And sportod 'mongst the opening buds
OF roses, lilacs, pure heartsease,
Ana daisies fair ana spicy shrubs
While down behind shecny mist,
Tho sun low sank TO rest;
The fading rays the tree tops kissed,
And scattered DER thewest
rosy tint of crimson dive.
And bathed the land In golden light
ringing the heecy cloud. on high
win rainbow hues OF radiance bright
An eNeltse this might well inspire
An artists brush with sklll divine,
Ana set the poets mind on nre
With fsncies rich and thong hts sublime.
Amidst this paradise OF earth.
Reclining In = rosy bower,
maiden fair of noble birth,
was tondly dreaming Of her lover.
year had passed with slothful pace,
since in this howery dell
she gs2ed into his handsome face
Nhlo listening to the words that fell
In men tones from his manly lips
lie told her then, In accents low
Holding fast her finger tips
From home aud dear ones he uustgN
since duty called. he must obey
Her summons, and AZ once depart
To tFoptc countries, far away.
u. no" those words had wrunG her heart
Ana when his last embrace ne gave.
Ana she saw the ship that bore her love
flunge madly through the wave,
she raised her eyes 10 heaven above.
And sent TO q od an earnest plea
To shield her.true ana gallant knight
From storms and wreck at sea.
And to keep him in the path OF right.
And now she watched the shadows play
Upon the distant tower,
While here and there's sunbeam.s ray
Broke through her shady bower
The evening breezes cooled her cheek
And famed her golden hair,
While buzzing insects came to peep
Into her cosy lair.
All truly 'twas a lovely sight
This charming maid to vieS.
Her eyes as bright as stars At night
Her cheeks like roses wet with dew;
with Juno's mien. Disna's modest grace,
Aphrodite's charms, Miuervas eyes OF blue.
AtaIanta's form, and Helen's lovely face,
f4irer maid never knew
| In the breeze her tresses streaming
Loosely hosting DER her dress,
| And the giories of the evening
Enhanced stun more her Ioyeliness
Zen Venus sporting in her sesshell
|
Might let her eyes with envy dwell
| Upon this maiden highly born.
And now she rises from her seat
| And PAGES to and fro,
| While softly round her tiny feet
The shadows come and 20.
| her beauteous eyes are dlpmei with teSrs,
Ana lowly droops her head
| Her mind is flled with doubts and fears
Her lover may be dead
| Or mayhsp some sad disaster
| Keeps him still upon the seas.
| At these thoughts her heart oeats faster,
| And from her cheeks the color iees.
| Twelve loug month. have come and gone"
| Beneath her breath she ighB,
"since listened TO his sonS .
Under these sunny skies.
| year OF dismal, gloomy days
Has fed into the past,
| And still darK and misty haze
| Around my life Is cast,
| For since my love, my life my light,
| Has vanished from my eyes
| Saught can make the darkness bright,
| Though countless suns arise
| He said he would return me
| When from their mOssy beds
| Upon the dew-hespsnglsd lea,
| The violets lift their heads
| Amonth ago the violets came
And now the roses bloom,
| Ard still upon distant main
| He spends the leatcrowned uns.
| All vividly come bscs TO me
| The words that then he said.
| When standing meath ynn apple tree
| He stroked my curly head.
| And, calling me his little wife,
Upon the crude, rough bark,
| sunbeam flashing from his knife,
| He made a deep-cut marx.
My love- he said, u7)n this tree
Twin engrave'a token,
| That, when upon the distant sea
| My love cannot be spoken,
| This mark may be a buIet-dcuI
That lin your shady bower
| WIN speak of my devotion true
With loves divinesr power.
Months have come. and months have gone,
The tokens plain as sver.
| All through the cruel winter long
1t stood the wind and weather
And on this pie zsant summer eve,
1t speaks In Language clear.
And round my dropping spirits weave
flowery bands of hope-dispeuing fear.
And causing faith anew 10 spring,
And blossom into Joy,
For with the ship that's coming in,
VIII come my sailor boy.
It gives me promises like these
simple mark though It's
While through the leaves the evening breeze
Ny love, my life.' upon this tree
will engrave a token.
That when upon the distant sea
My love cannot be spoken
This mark may be a billetdouI
That in your shady bower
" I'll speak OF my devotion true
With 10 res diyinest power"
Beneath The apple tree she stands
Gazing at the rough heEn token,
With flushing cheeks and caspei hands.
And smiles about her lips unbroken.
She hee deth not the fading light
Or feels the dsws descend
Nor sees she sable shades OF night
Creep towards the garden end
Upon the tree her eyes are set,
Her thoughts are with her love,
She knoweth not the sun hath set
And stars peep out above.
The nightly shades grow darker still
And evening glories bloom
And from behind yon heaven kissed - hill
Appears the summer moon,
Yet sttll her thoughts are far agay
Upon the distant ocean,
Where now ship full under way
sails on with easy motion.
And there upon it1 heaving PROV
That cuts the white sea foam.
With bearded cheek and thoughtful brow
Looms up weD-known form
But now she trembles with Alright.
And from her dream she wakes
For on the stiffness OF the night
heavy footstep breaks.
She turns TO run. but nO-she stops
For I'm the male moon liRht